I have very little faith in the security or integrity of our elections and I believe 100% that our elections are rigged in this country. I just can’t prove it and I can’t tell you exactly how they do it, but I believe that the 1960 election was stolen from Nixon and handed to Kennedy by the first Mayor Daley (where dead people by the scores voted for JFK) and the Democrat Machine in Chicago continues to this day to knowingly allow voter fraud to benefit Democrats and keep Illinois in that “blue” column. Republicans know it too, but go along with it for some reason.
I believe there is voter fraud happening all the time and not just in Chicago. It’s happening where you live too, you can count on it. I don’t think either party wants to ever do anything about it, because if Democrats cheat in one way a certain year, then Republicans will want to be able to use that cheating mechanism in the future. I don’t know how to fix any of this, but I find it hard to believe that your bank can know to the penny how much money you have and that you never seem to be given MORE money than you really have…so even with credit cards and online purchases and debits to mobile apps, banks are able to keep track of every penny you spend (and never give you more than you should be given…and never forget to deduct something that needed to be deducted). If all of this can be managed to the penny so efficiently, then why is our voting system so hard to audit and check for accuracy?
Simple: the Powers That Be just don’t want the voting system to ever be audited for accuracy and they want no paper trail showing where the fraud happens in each election.
In the Chicago area, there is a wonderful woman named Sharon Meroni who runs a group called Defend the Vote. Through the years, Meroni has inspected and audited the vote-county system in Chicago and Cook County. (There is a City of Chicago Board of Elections and a Cook County Board of Elections, as well as a State of Illinois Board of Elections.) Her website is a treasure trove of information about various shenanigans she has uncovered through the years. She’s a remarkable and tireless woman who took on all of this mostly on her own, uncovering more than anyone before her about the inner working of the election system in Chicagoland.
Every time I vote in Chicago, I think about where the voter fraud could be happening and in my opinion I don’t think it’s happening after you cast your ballot. Defend the Vote looked at the 2012 election in particular, inspecting the vote counting, and I don’t think that any political operatives are monkeying with the vote tallies from the counting machines. In my opinion, I think the fraud is happening with people who are allowed to register to vote who are not really citizens and also people voting for other people (who they know will never actually vote on their own).
This happens, I think, because no one wants to see your ID at a polling place in Chicago. When I voted earlier this week, I had my ID out as I entered the line and the election worker handing out clipboards reacted like he was a vampire and I was holding a garlic-scented crucifix that squirted holy water. He was horrified that I was holding my ID and he told me to put it away. Now, if you walk into any bank or other government office in our state or try to enter any bar, you will be asked for your ID. You can’t even DEPOSIT money into your account at the bank without showing a teller your ID and no government worker will talk to you about whatever you need to talk about unless you have an ID proving who you are.
But the election workers forcefully tell you to not have your ID out when you are there to vote. They will make you put it away.
So, basically, voter fraud can be committed by just sending people into a polling places, giving the worker a name, and then stating that person’s address. The poll workers do make you say an address and they match the name and address to what they have on file. To me, this means that Democrats can just have a big list of people and their addresses…and they could send people into polling places to vote as those people. I don’t think there’s any way that anyone could stop this or later prove it happened.
Just think of all the old people or people in jail or otherwise incapacitated that have other people voting in their names. How would they know it happened? People who died but are still on the voter rolls could also have people walking in and voting as them. To me, this is how voter fraud is happening and no one seems interested in stopping it. Having to show a valid state ID would eliminate this problem.
Every adult is required to have a state ID and I believe that state ID cards are either free or a nominal cost. The state ID really should be free if it’s not already, since we’re all required to have an ID. They can charge something for a driver’s license, but the basic state ID card should be free (if it’s not already). That removes the argument that black people can’t afford to get an ID or don’t know how to get an ID or whatever cockamamie excuse is given for why Democrats say requiring an ID to vote is racist. Democrats of course only say that because they want to keep the voter fraud alive and continue to allow dead people to vote.
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Susan Sarandon has been giving interviews where she talks about breaking up with Hillary Clinton, despite a friendship going back many years. Sarandon cites corruption during Hillary’s tenure as Secretary of State as the reason for the “breakup.” The video above, available on the YouTubes by way of the Internets, is worth your valuable time. Sarandon can be painful to listen to sometimes, because she’s pretty far-Left in some of her beliefs (which center a lot on the Global Warming Apocalypse Cult)…but her ability to talk openly about not supporting the Democrats’ candidate for president is admirable.
At some point in life, I think that everyone has to think for themselves and stop lockstep, blind, party-voting. We should all look at the issues that truly matter to us and decide if the person running for office can be expected to do anything at all to affect the positive changes that we want.
Yesterday, early voting began in Chicago. I showed up bright and early, meeting a good friend downtown and heading over to the Board of Elections offices. I felt positively deplorable.
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[Click above to embiggen: one of Trump’s tweets, where he took credit for forcing Obama to release his certificate of live birth, after refusing to do so for years and years…and thus needlessly keeping controversy going, as that controversy always benefitted him.]
In the last few weeks, several websites have been pushing the theory that Birtherism originated in the Clinton campaign back in 2008. Lester Holt also decided to make Birtherism a big focus of the First Presidential Debate. I lived and breathed the 2008 Hillary campaign on the ground in Chicago…and actually started HillBuzz.org in February of 2008 because someone on the campaign who I had been working with told me to start a supporter website for her, as nothing like that really existed at the time and her supporters wanted someone to call out the Media for relentlessly attacking Hillary and trying to drive her out of the race and hand the nomination over to Obama. My job was to watch what people like Chris Matthews and Tim Russert were doing to Hillary every day and then rebut them…and also to get information about Obama out to the public that people here in Chicago fed me about him, but the Media refused to report about him because, of course, the Media didn’t want to ever say anything negative about him because they wanted him to win. Everyone working in the Media was committed heart and soul to electing that man and covering up his past. The Clinton campaign’s efforts to expose Obama were 100% centered around Jeremiah Wright, his radical connections to Wright’s hateful “church,” Obama’s connections to domestic terrorist Bill Ayers, the mystery of Obama’s mother’s relationship with Frank Marshall Davis, and the truth about Obama’s adoption by Lolo Soetoro in the 1970s (which included Obama becoming an Indonesian citizen and gaining an Indonesian passport) and how that factored into Obama’s admission to Columbia University (where I believe that Obama applied to this college under his Indonesian credentials in order to secure admission and benefits he would not have received if he used his American identity when filling out all the paperwork; in short, Obama gamed the system like he always does and to this this day he’s never been exposed for it because people for some reason didn’t find this scheme of his interesting enough to look into).
It is an absolute lie that Birtherism started in Hillary’s campaign. In that primary race, there were scores of other things that Team Hillary wanted to go viral to defeat Obama (as noted above), but claiming he was secretly born in Kenya was NOT amongst them. What follows below is what REALLY happened eight years ago, as I remember it. This is one of those instances in life where the truth is not as much fun or as useful for some people as they would like it to be and the lie they want to believe is more interesting…but the truth is that the only person who ever benefitted from Birtherism is Barack Obama himself and the Obama campaign itself pushed Birtherism as a false flag/red herring to discredit Obama’s critics and silence all criticism of his strange and mysterious past. That’s because Birtherism kept everyone from ever talking about all bizarre things about his life before he entered Columbia University that, to this day, he never wants anyone to ever talk about. So, here you go.
All About Birtherism: the Ingenious Red Herring That Has Successfully Kept All of Obama’s Real Secrets Hidden to This Very Day
Not many people seem to remember how much Birtherism helped Barack Obama back in his 2008 primary race against Hillary Clinton and the subsequent general election against John McCain. To this day, what is called “Birtherism” — the conspiratorial belief that Barack Obama was secretly born in Kenya, not Hawaii, and that fact making him somehow ineligible for the presidency — prevents any sort of conversation about the very real possibility that Frank Marshall Davis is actually Barack Obama’s biological father or that Obama may have fraudulently obtained favorable treatment from Columbia University in New York City by claiming he was Indonesian, not a black American, when applying to college there. Those are just two of the unlimited potential scandals that Obama artfully dodged because everyone and their brother was caught up in Birtherism and didn’t want to talk about anything else in 2008.
Has anyone ever stopped to think that maybe the Obama campaign itself created the whole Kenyan Birtherism red herring to keep people from digging into all the real secrets that Obama’s handlers wanted to keep hidden? After all, who other than Barack Obama ever benefitted from all the smoke and mirrors of Birtherism?
Just say for a moment that you were running a presidential campaign and you knew that your candidate had unique vulnerabilities that could cause everything to come crashing down around you if anyone poked around in his past, investigated his radical associates, evaluated how he misrepresented himself at various points in his life and career, and fact-checked his much-celebrated autobiography? What if you knew for a fact that your candidate was a sociopathic fraud and that he had aggressively lied through the years, inconsistently telling whatever useful lie he felt that he needed to tell in each critical moment to get ahead? If the campaign would have imploded if the right people started asking the right questions then the only way to win was to preemptively obliterate anyone’s abilities to ask those particular questions. In this mental exercise, remember that you are a Democrat, you care nothing about the truth, you believe that the ends always justify the means, and you think Saul Alinsky was someone commendable who should be revered and admired.
I argue that the luckiest of all breaks that Barack Obama had back in 2008 on his road to power was the whole Birtherism fixation on Kenya. Once Birtherism captured people’s wildest imaginations, even the demented ravings of Reverend Jeremiah “Chickens Coming Home to Roost!” Wright and Obama’s obvious connections to domestic terrorist William Ayers were lost in the background and no criticism at all of Obama’s past dealings was allowed. Anyone questioning anything at all about the suspicious and irregular holes in Obama’s biography, particularly about his sketchy time in Indonesia and stretch at Occidental College in Los Angeles before heading to Columbia, was lambasted as a “Birther,” with the net result being that Obama mostly sailed through the 2008 election without the kind of scrutiny that would have dredged up inconsistencies or oddities in his published life’s story.
The ridiculous Kenyan Birtherism conspiracy story allowed the Media to mockingly point at someone asking legitimate questions about Obama’s strange and elusive past and label that person “a Birther.” Once that mocking started, no one was willing to publicly entertain the thought that Obama was really hiding something horrible in his past from the American people…something that could have (and should have) ended his campaign for the presidency. People were much too afraid of being lumped in with the Birthers and so they kept their mouths shut about anything strange they would have otherwise talked about regarding Obama.
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[Click above to embiggen: This is “Scooby,” the weird GMC van that the Clintons seem to ride around in now. I never saw any kind of van like this used by anyone important until it appeared to pick Hillary up at that 9/11 event in New York earlier this month. Why can’t she ride in a normal car?]
Have you noticed that instead of a limo or town car that Hillary Clinton has been arriving at events in a strangely-shaped van?
This is the same van she was awkwardly lifted into in New York earlier this month, at the 9/11 commemoration event. She and Bill Clinton also emerged from a similar van as she arrived for the First Presidential Debate. During the chaos at the 9/11 event, one of her aides, who had no idea she had left the scene and had been rushed over to her daughter Chelsea’s apartment (instead of being taken to the hospital…because when you are having a serious medical problem and collapse in public, the sensible thing to do is to go to your daughter’s apartment…where odds are there will be less medical staff than at a HOSPITAL) let it slip that the codename for the mysterious black van was “Scooby.”
I think this is a reference to the “Scooby Van” that the Scooby Gang tooled around in on the Scooby Doo cartoon series. So, they call this van “Scooby” and they seem to enjoy riding around in it more than a limo or a sedan. I have never seen anything like this until that 9/11 event…and then again as the Clintons arrived on the Hofstra campus. What the Hell kind of van is this? For real.
But, then I watched the new show Notorious on ABC and several characters rushed into a similar van as they fled from reporters outside a courthouse. These “Scooby” vans must be a new thing that rich people are using instead of sedans or limos. None of the people who piled into this van on the show were lying about any secret medical conditions (at least not in this episode) and just seemed to favor this van for its plush comfort.
Notorious provided a nice look at the interior. I’m sure the production crew based this on an actual van of this type; you can see that it’s very comfy in there, with a high ceiling and a giant screen tee-vee and probably all sorts of communication gadgets. Does Hillary’s van have medical equipment in it that she needs…so that negated a trip to the hospital and she was able to just go to Chelsea’s apartment instead? Is this van like an ambulance or something or is it all just about the comfort?
I also wonder if Hillary’s having trouble getting into a regular limo or a sedan, so it’s easier to use this van. But what would she do as President? The presidential limousine (nicknamed, “The Beast”) is pretty much set in stone. The Secret Service makes the POTUS ride in that armor-plated behemoth. Would they let her use “Scooby” instead of “Beast”? I don’t think they can do that.
Take a look at some snaps from Notorious below. In case you’re curious, it’s not a bad show. I like the actress Piper Perabo and she’s the star. You might remember her from the cable show Covert Affairs. Two episodes have aired so far and they have been fun.
[Click above to embiggen: On the show, the van pulled away from the reporters. It’s the same kind of van as Hillary’s “Scooby” van.]
[Click above to embiggen: inside the van is a big screen tee-vee and all kinds of tablets and gadgets and amenities. I imagine this set was built to look like real “Scooby” vans that are out there. This view is facing forward, with the wall holding the tee-vee separating the passenger compartment from the driver. There are round speaker holes in the walls.]
There are so many strange things going on here, it’s mind-blowing.
This video was filmed on 2/3/1997. So it was just a few weeks after Bill’s second inauguration. Rosie O’Donnell is dressed like Ronald McDonald for some reason.
Hillary looks amazing. She was 49 at the time. So this is her before any of the weird medical problems of recent years. I don’t even remember her like this, not in a pantsuit. It’s odd looking back this far. She’s like a different person.
Back then, as First Lady, she’d show more of her personality and would do silly things like this. Again, I think this is who she really is instead of the character she plays these days, based on what her handlers tell her to do.
Twenty years later, at least to my knowledge, Rosie O’Donnell has never stopped dressing like Ronald McDonald.
I’ve had several people send me this, all of whom confessed that they could not stop laughing while watching it.
Before we get into it, I just have to acknowledge how awesome it is to live right at this moment in history…while we still have a working Internet, before Obama turns it over to the UN and it starts being censored. We really never appreciated what we had…and now the Left is going to take this wonderful invention and means of free expression away forever and hand it over to the globalists (who will restrict speech and not allow humor, especially the ridicule of political elites). Videos like this and websites you love that lampoon the powerful could all start vanishing as early as next week because of this handover of the Internet to UN control. It’s a scary thought and there doesn’t seem to be anything we can do about it.
It feels a little like those last days of Napster when everyone tried to enjoy downloading as much as possible before the announced time that the site would be shutdown on government order. But, like what happened with Napster, other things evolved to take the place of Napster…so whatever is done to the Internet by the UN, something else will rise up in its place.
But the creativity that goes into these videos by the “Bad Lip Reading” people (whoever makes them) is evidence of the remarkable magic and power of the Internet. Nothing like this could have been possible without this medium. It’s funnier than anything Saturday Night Live has ever done.
That’s why, I think, so many people want that UN handover…so that smaller voices can be silenced and creativity stifled, especially creativity aimed with political purpose.
Enjoy these things while you can. And why not give your Senators and Congress Critters a call tomorrow and give them an earful about this Internet handover nonsense. Register your complaint. Make someone in their office miserable listening to you. Apparently nothing can stop this disaster that Obama is so determined to create, but at least you can go on record demanding it be stopped.
This afternoon I had lunch with a good friend from the 2008 Hillary campaign. We did what we always do when we get together, which is to tell stories and laugh about our favorite parts from that race. Neither of us will ever do another presidential campaign: we did Hillary 2008 and that is it for us. The trauma of going through that race together is something that bonds us, now and forever. We both feel that committing ourselves to Hillary back then came with a lot of negative consequences that we are still dealing with. Yet, as I always say, I couldn’t imagine doing anything differently and I really wouldn’t change anything (except, of course, her losing back then). Looking back, there was no way for Hillary to win since the deck was stacked against her behind the scenes since 2004 when the DNC decided to back Obama in 2008 after Kerry lost. Hillary never had a chance and we were all punching against windmills because the Establishment wanted Obama and they got him.
One of the most memorable lines that Obama said during those rigged primaries was when he said that Hillary was “likable enough.” That came during a debate, where Obama was asked if he thought Hillary was “likable.” So, he said what he said and there was an audible gasp in the room. He instantly knew he screwed up and Hillary got some good traction out of hammering him with that for quite a while. I bet he regrets saying it to this day, like that “bitter clingers” line he used at a San Francisco fundraiser at the Getty Mansion that haunted him before the Pennsylvania primary in 2008.
The day after the First Presidential Debate this year, Hillary was on her plane talking to reporters…and for most of it she does the robot thing that she does in public…but if you watch until the end you will get this quick glimpse of the real Hillary Clinton. The sarcastic woman that allowed herself to be seen more in 2008, especially when it was becoming clear that the DNC would not allow her to have the nomination and she basically said, “Screw it” and just went around being herself (instead of the fake version of her that has wide-eyes and tries to smile and laugh a lot and not say anything biting or memorable).
That part at the end is the real her. Where she says, “Anyone who complains about the microphone is not having a good night.” And then all the reporters gasp and go: Oooooh! Burnnnnnnnnnn!
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[Click above to embiggen: a bar taped a ollin Kaepernick jersey to the floor so people could wipe their feet on it. Personally, I think they should have superglued it to the inside of a urinal. That’s where it belongs.]
There’s an article over at HotAir today about how the NFL’s ratings are in the toilet…but people still love their sportsball, so many people are still watching the games. I just don’t get that. It makes no sense.
After what Colin Kaepernick and other players have been doing lately to disrespect America, I have a hard time understanding why anyone at all is still tuning in to the NFL on the tee-vee when there are better things to watch. If you truly just love sportsball (or you just like seeing hunky guys in tight pants chasing after each other, grabbing each other, and rolling around on the ground together), there are alternatives for you…starting with watching college games in your area instead (or just standing around Boystown on a Friday night, where you can see all the grabbing and manhandling you want, for free).
I’ve never understood the love for sportsball (which is a term that I lump all the pro-sports teams into; they are, collectively, just sportsball to me…in the way that I bet straight people can’t tell vintage Chanel or Oleg Cassini apart if your lives depended on it). Every now and again, I try to get myself interested in hockey…because sometimes I am in a social situation with straight guys and they start talking about one sportsball team or another. In those moments, I just hijack the conversation and start talking about the Lake Erie Monsters or other obscure hockey teams that may or may not be real. Or I talk about the Kurt Russell movie Miracle, about the USA vs. USSR big hockey game that happened long ago. After that awkwardness (since not many people follow hockey and/or Kurt Russell…or Croatian water polo games…or whatever other niche “sportsball” team I can expound upon), the conversation nudges along to something we can all talk about together…instead of just going on about the Bears, the Cubs, the Sox, the Bulls, or whatever those guys would have talked about otherwise. (I just wrote a book with Megan Fox all about sex crimes happening in public libraries and SLAPP lawsuits to silence whistleblowers, so that’s a good conversation-killing topic too!)
This summer, I tried watching the Olympics to see how much amateur sportsball I could take in an exotic cesspool such as Brazil. Outside of men’s gymnastics and anything involving Speedos, I couldn’t last five minutes staring at the screen and listening to the former athletes and talking heads going on about what was happening in front of them. There were some gorgeous specimens of the male form on display at the Olympics for sure. That gorgeous idiot Ryan Lochte sure didn’t fail to delight and entertain with his antics. The elegance of the gymnastic routines and the stamina of those hunks was a work of art. The diving was fun too, especially with adorable little Tom Daley prancing around. It was all a lot of Hot Damn! and Great Merciful Zeus! and Check him out! exclamations, which was fun for exactly a day and a half. I am gay as rainbows and while I loved seeing those scantily-clad guys in the muscular prime of their lives expertly executing all of their various moves while wearing as little as legally possible, watching the Olympics was like going to the Art Institute for me: I appreciated the beauty and I marveled at the talent…but at a certain point my brain had had enough and I didn’t care to see any more.
Straight people (and lesbians) love sportsball though, and scream and yell at the tee-vee and get all worked up over it. I’ll never understand why, but I accept that they love it. Sportsball is just something they love that my brain can’t understand. In places like Chicago, the NFL is the most important kind of sportsball of all, with very well-fed and large people dressing up in their favorite team’s colors and eating all kinds of gooey, spicy, and sweet snacks while drinking beer and screaming and yelling together on Sundays or Monday nights. So, sportsball is a social thing for straight people (and lesbians). The NFL means something to them that I will never understand, and I get that.
For years and years I tried to think of what my equivalent would be — something that I loved watching and that I felt was sacred to me, a thing that could never be taken away — and I couldn’t come up with anything. There are shows I love to watch (mostly mysteries like Elementary or spooky shows with hunky guys, like Supernatural) but when they aren’t on I find other things to do and I can give them up if I need to for some reason. I used to love the show Scandal (because gorgeous and sassy black women are almost as fun to watch as hunky guys), until an episode last year where the main character Olivia had an abortion and they played Christmas music while they showed her on the table, murdering the helpless little baby she had conceived (with the President of the United States on the show, no less). That was it for me and Scandal. Never again for me and Scandal.
Which was a shame, because I deliberately overlooked all the asinine things about social justice that actress Kerry Washington (who plays Olivia on the show) had said over the years. Washington is a big Obama kool-aid kid and it’s her right to be that if she wants. I’m able to separate what an actress says and does off the screen from how I feel about the show she’s on, no matter what stupid thing she says in interviews. I know not everyone chooses to do that, but I make the choice to keep liking a show even if an actress spouts nonsense I firmly disagree with. Olivia was just too fun of a character that I loved too much…right up until she had that abortion and the show presented it like the act was a marvelous and fun thing to do. Something that every woman should do. It made me sick.
I can love something and believe that I couldn’t live without it…right up until the point where something makes me mad and I realize how easy it actually would be to live without it.
I haven’t bought any Coca-Cola products for a few years now, not since Coke ran a disgusting commercial during the Super Bowl in 2014 or 2015, where they had people sing “America the Beautiful” in Arabic and Spanish, like that was a good thing. That was it for me and Coca-Cola. Never again for me and Coke.
I am someone who believes that if you move to this country then you need to assimilate and start speaking English so that we can be one people, with one language, living and working together as Americans. This push to Balkanize the US into various tribes, with each tribe gibbering in a different foreign language, disgusts me. I share Teddy Roosevelt’s view that there should be no hyphenated-Americans…just Americans. Coca-Cola is a company I will never patronize for the rest of my life because I don’t want to give them a single penny ever again. Let people who speak Arabic and Spanish buy their sugar water. I never bought Pepsi in all my life until Coke ran that terrible ad, but Pepsi products are the only sodas I’ll buy now. And that’s held firm for however long it’s been since that Super Bowl. God bless America!
I wish that more people would turn off the NFL and find an alternative. If you love sportsball, there’s sportsball all around you…where no one is disrespecting our anthem. I never had the honor or privilege of serving in uniform, but my heroes in life are the men and women in the military, especially the United States Marines. On the too-rare occasions that I’ve actually met a Marine in person, I’ve been awestruck. They are true heroes, not pro athletes. One of the single greatest evenings of my life was a few years ago when I got to have dinner with two Marines in Washington, DC when I was in town for an event and few things have ever been able to top that honor. If you disrespect our anthem or our flag or the other things that symbolize our country, to me you are disrespecting those honest to goodness superheroes who wear our military uniforms. I don’t understand how anyone could watch an NFL game (and, thus, put money in the NFL’s pockets via those tee-vee ad sales) when the NFL is allowing our anthem and our country (and by extension our service men and women) to be so disrespected.
If you really love America, I think you should stop watching NFL games. It’s a free country and you can do what you want, but if you love America then help teach the NFL a lesson it really needs to learn.
Here in Chicago, if you love going to a football game, there are about 7 different colleges always having games. There are plenty of hot guys in tight pants for you to watch run around and grab each other. (Northwestern’s games are the best, in my opinion, because the purple and white uniforms are the cutest). If you don’t want to admit that you just love watching men run around in tight pants and you want to pretend that you think football is just strategically fascinating, that’s okay. I am not trying to yank you out of the closet. You can claim you watch football because you are just interested in the plays and you aren’t staring at anyone’s butt. I will never judge you, because we are friends like that.
If you really just are into the strategy (yah, right) and love the game itself, there are tons of high school teams in your area you could support (without ogling!). That’s much better than giving money to the NFL: pick a school and become a team booster. Buy stuff from their concession stand. Cheer the team on. Attend their pancake breakfasts and spaghetti dinners or whatever. Write checks to the booster club. Wave your pennant while wearing your raccoon fur coat, or whatever goes on in the stands at sportsball games. I went to exactly one football game while in high school, and it was only because it was a big homecoming game in some important anniversary year and they needed as many people as possible to wear uniforms and pretend to be in the marching band for some big dance number they wanted to do…so I got roped into doing it, pretending I could play the drum or whatever instrument they had me hold as an extra. I’ve never been to a Bears game here in Chicago because it’s so cold in that stadium and the tickets are more than a week’s groceries, so too rich for my blood. But there is football all around, everywhere, if you really love football so much. You don’t need to be watching the NFL just to see your beloved football.
One of the truly frustrating (and, in this moment, ironic) things about Republicans is that they are like Charlie Brown with his bedeviling football…and they don’t walk away when Lucy yanks the ball out from under them or does something else malicious. Democrats aren’t like that at all: the first time Lucy yanks the ball, Democrats will find a way to take the ball away from her so it never happens again. Lucy would be punished for yanking the ball and would never yank anything again after Democrats taught her a crippling lesson. Growing up a Democrat, I’m still wired like that…where if something awful happens, I don’t just keep setting myself up for the awful thing to happen again. I put a stop to the awful thing and make sure it never happens to me again.
Republicans never seem to learn. If they want to advance at all in the Culture Wars, they need to start punishing entities like the NFL (or Coca-Cola) that disrespect America. That sometimes means giving up something you love or finding an alternative for it. For me, Diet Pepsi and Pepsi Max ended up being just the same if not better than my old Diet Coke and Coke Zero. I don’t even miss Coca-Cola products anymore. I don’t miss the show Scandal either. Life is full of alternatives. I enjoy the fact that neither Coca-Cola nor ABC got any additional revenue out of me after what they put on the tee-vee horrified me in their respective cases.
If you are a rabid NFL fan, all I’m saying is that hockey players have great butts too. And they don’t just stand around and then run for a little bit, but they glide all over the place in exciting ways. They punch each other right in the face too and get all bloody sometimes and are given time-outs when they are bad. It’s so much better than football. Hockey is a great alternative if you want something to watch. It feels like it’s always on, too, because they are always playing hockey somewhere.
Why not give that a try for a while and let the NFL go bankrupt as punishment for allowing the likes of Colin Kaepernick to become the face of your precious football?
Colin Kaepernick is Lucy, just effing with you. The NFL allows this. Why take it?
This is just anecdotal and observational, but I find it interesting.
We’re in a place as a nation where I think everyone can agree that the elites are out of touch and that regular people on the ground detest the Establishment. No one has ever really been able to wrap their arms around what that means, precisely, though. This discontent has been building for years and years and has mostly been ignored. It’s always felt a lot to me like the pre-Revolution period in France.
In college, I took a course on the French Revolution that is most memorable to me because the professor never actually spoke to us, apart from reading word for word from the text book. It was the last class he ever taught before he retired and I think he just always dreamed of doing this as a joke or something, but the man never even said hello. He never asked us questions. He’d just come in every day, put his briefcase down, open the text book, and would read for an hour. Then, he’d close the book, pick up his briefcase, and walk out. Everyone got As in the class. For being grown adults who were read to by another adult three times a week for a semester.
It was the most useful college class I ever took. I wish I still had that book, because a good portion of it dealt with the discontent and resentment that led up to the Revolution…and how the people living in Versailles were willfully blind to and delusional about what was happening all around them to the commoners. The Revolution could have been averted if that disquiet had been addressed at several key junctures (and France would have the tourist draw of a glamorous, chic king and queen to this day, eclipsing any tabloid interest the world would have in the Windsors in that alternate reality). But the Establishment knew better and felt it owned the people…or maybe the bubble at Versailles was just too all-encompassing and thick to see through, let alone pop.
In the future, if some professor walks into a classroom and reads from a book covering this election, I hope there’s a chapter on the disconnect that the elite have about how people really feel about both Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump. I’m in the very strange and surreal position of having a lot of friends who sacrificed so much to see her win the 2008 nomination…and some of them want to see her win the election now. I enjoy Hillary Clinton as a historical figure but I don’t admire her the way I used to. I never thought she was perfect, but I used to think she was smart and clever. I admired her resilience and ability to turn things around on her opponents. When she was at the top of her game, she was Evita-grade political entertainment unlike any female politician who’d ever come before her. I hope that even her biggest detractors can give her that: we were alive at a point in history where Hillary Clinton was this larger-than-life force to be reckoned with.
The enormity of that is lost on most people, I think because the 2008 election happened eight years ago and Hillary normalized the concept of a woman vying for the presidency. I know that people roll their eyes when her campaign says this is a “historic” race because we all have “historic” fatigue after hearing how “historic” Barack Obama’s presidency has been. Democrats really made a huge mistake in deciding to have “the historic and unprecedented first black president” come before the “historic and unprecedented first female president” because they could have had Hillary Clinton in 2008 and they’d be running Barack Obama now in 2016. So they could have had it both ways, knocking out two historic “firsts.” Obama’s to be credited for gaming the chessboard in a way that he seems to have been guaranteed to be president at some point, coming at just that moment where social pressures demand that “history-making” event (at a time when Republicans were still so stupid to not be setting up a black presidential candidate of their own, like an Allen West, who would have made an awesome president).
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[Click above to embiggen: Chicago is kind of like this; it’s not really a war-zone…it’s a city carved into distinct Districts, some of which are war-zones.]
During last night’s First Presidential Debate of 2016, Donald Trump likened Chicago to a war-torn third world country. If you read Drudge Report with any regularity (and you should, as it’s the best and most honest source of news), I can see how you would view Chicago like it’s located somewhere in Libya and not Illinois. The truth, however, is stranger.
A friend of mine visited Chicago for the first time a few months ago and had several days where she wanted to do some sightseeing when her meetings and seminars finished. She asked me to show her around and while we were talking about what she would like to see, I realized that Chicago is not really one city but is instead something more like that fictional country Panem in those Hunger Games books/movies. I’ve never read the books (because dystopian bleakness doesn’t appeal to me…probably because I live on the bleeding edge of dystopian bleakness in Chicago already) but I saw almost all of the movies. I don’t quite understand why they were so popular, but for some reason they captivated Millennials…and since I don’t quite understand Millennials themselves, I guess dystopia is just their thing.
In the Hunger Games world of Panem (I keep wanting to write that as PanAm, the greatest airline ever), what used to be the United States is carved into 13 Districts, each with its own personality and purpose. I believe there’s also “The Capital,” which is its own glittering entity apart from the Districts, sitting like Mount Olympus to lord over all the rest. Some of the Districts are better than others, with people engaged in various respectable or desirable trades…while other Districts are essentially hellholes of brutal and unrelenting suffering. The Capital keeps all the Districts under control through totalitarian means employing fear, intimidation, and sanctioned violence.
Chicago’s totally the same thing!
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